Her countenance is unlike any other,
for she is your best friend, your enemy, your lover.
She holds the world in the palms of her hands;
along with your hopes, your dreams, and your demands.
She only bends to Her will and Her will alone,
saying goodbye to all you’ve ever known.
And She will turn in the blink of an eye,
leaving you begging God why.
She strikes like lightning, bright and bold
and all your secrets are foretold.
You may worship Her if you please,
but She will bring you to your knees.
Stand in amazement and watch Her create,
You will never see such talent--such passion than in the artwork of a bitch called Fate.
.:~o*'Kaylyn'o*~:.
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